Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1887-10-22
PAT M'GEE'S PROTEST.


the Council Chamber lasht Monday
protested agin the full dress at the
Presidents RECEPTION, belayin' the
byes should all hev a chance to see
the man we Elected, he pleased the
byes in my ward mightely. After
radin his remarks on the subject, an
standin' fernist the door lasht night,
in the haste of me excitement | jist
dashed off the follerin':
Oh. Mr.. President. yer honor sur. ez
near ez c'uld see.
Your reception was grand affair. With
Bridget Ann Magee
stud Jest fernist the thayter whin the swells
were pilin in,
An their ladies', too, Good bless 'em. lookin
swhater than ould sin.
My, but want their dresses handsome, an
they'd drmonds. too, galore,
While their trails away behint them swept
the dust up from the floor;
All SEE, SEE I, to Bddy, Darlint lave us go
an see
Grover Cleveland an his Teddy" Musha,
rat, We can't SEE she.
Faith. ply not" whispered; "Biddy, 1t was
him that got me vote"
SEE she, Pat, we have no invite, an ye have
no split-tail-coat."
Then av ceorse looked about me at the swells
still pilin' in.
Swallow tails an kids and stovepipes. nothn'
else ez sure as sin,
Me and Riddv stood faruist thara for narhans
two hours or more;
Watched the big bugs an their ladies pass:n'
in an out the door;
Watched the fire flies CLINT and glisten at the
ladies' dainty Threats;
Watched the min resemblin' walters standing
round in split-tail-coats.
When at last the thing was over me and Blddy
wandered home;
Thinkin' most o. poor Joe Mackin in his pris-
on cell alone,
Wonderin' If Mike Mcdonald he'd bossed the
whole affair,
Would he limited his party to the kind O.
clothes they'd wear.
Now Ia like TO ak yer Honor, without bein'
imperlite, -s.
Was Tom Jetfersons reception same ez that
av yester-night?
If n Teller hadn't money fer to rent a split-tail
coat,
Was he left outside to peek in, loike the Wild
ow Garvey's goat?
Phawts the use o. bein' chairman O. the Ninth
Ward Com-mltt-ee,
An av woIkln' loike beaver for a man we
niver see,
Save whin he goes rollin by us in a stolish
four-in-hand.
Like Il swell here on visit from some far off
foreign land?
Phawts the use O. votn' airly, an of votin'
often, too.
Whin we niver get no office an no thanks for
phawt we do?
Though I'll jst say this yer Honor, eff we TUX
me by the hand.
I'd be the proudest Dmocrat ye'd find in all
the land.
An flyer sweet wife, God bless her sur she'd
stop and say ter me,
" Musha, Patrick, how's the childers, an
how's Bridget Ann Magee?"
Faith I'd turn the Ninth ward over on
the next election day,
An I'd shout Hooray fer Grover-fer his
purity wife hooray.'
Now phawt rolls me blood is this. sur; Shure
thin chaps in split-tail-coats
Is mighty small percentage o. the byes that
cast the votes
Take yer ballots on Pullman train. Ye'd
never think ye'd win.
Trims full-dress fellows. Jist We wait till the
gravel train comes in.
Dear Mr.. President. Yer. Honor, sur; since
brngin' to an end
This epistle I've met Lawler-our Frank Law
ler-he's my friend;
An he says with this reception we he'd naught
at all ter do;
That yer reilly quite common chap. The
byes all hope it's thrue.
We're goin' ter hold meetin' at Fitzgeralds
sur, at ten
This same mornin', Kin ye dhrop around an
meet some solid men?
There'u be Mike an Frank and Billy there.
No swallow tails yen see,
But yen fix the Ninth ward solid, on the word
o. PAT MAGEE.